The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“This is…”

Salayin would never forget this voice.

The person had once been one of her most trusted aides, a Gomo exile, rumored to be the illegitimate son of a Consul in a major conspiracy.

He had fled after a failed coup.

After arriving at the Shadow Nexus, he quickly gained Salayin's trust with his extraordinary abilities and romantic, humorous personality.

More importantly, he was to her liking, and she often engaged in some "in-depth exchanges" and mutual solace with him when she felt lonely, but she would never let Kelis know about these things.

Salayin turned her head, looked at the person walking out of the shadows, that detestable face, and gritted her teeth, saying:

“Zenoni! You fiend-spawned beast!”

This was the person who had betrayed her at the most crucial moment.

When Zargan activated the Shadow Nexus's defensive weapons to strike at the Shadowthorn Conspiracy's support fleet, the situation had not completely collapsed.

Because the Shadow Nexus was only a part of Gellan, as long as the fleet moved to the planet's dark side, the Shadow Nexus's defensive weapons could not reach them.

Salayin would still have a chance to turn the tables, but Zenoni, who was commanding the fleet at the time, chose to surrender to Zargan, causing Salayin to suffer a crushing defeat and flee in disarray.

So, if she had to name the person she hated the most, it wouldn't be Zargan, but the guy in front of her.

Wearing ornate armor and surrounded by fragrant incense, Zenoni had a malicious smile on his pale, handsome face, his blackened lips curving into a wide arc.

“Why be like this between old friends?

Zargan is already dead, the obstacle is gone, we can make up as before, can't we?”

“I want to cut your flesh off piece by piece and feed it to the Razorwings, then tear apart your bones one by one, so that every nerve in your body dances in pain!”

Salayin's eyes were almost on fire at this moment, and if she could, she would even jump over and bite him to death.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're still like this, so you never knew why you failed.”

Zenoni gently flicked his fingernails, his voice becoming sharp.

“So you are destined to always be a loser, you simply can't recognize the situation, you only live in your own world.

I admit you are very capable, but so what?

If being capable could make you a winner, then the ruler of Gomo would be Larris or someone else, not Victor.

I have advised you many times, to be a Consul you must first understand the situation, understand who can be a friend and who can be an enemy, you never listened.

Anilaya used to have such a good relationship with you, but you let her be drawn over by Zargan, that perverted Blood Marionette also showed you goodwill, but you only responded with arrogance, and in the end, you attribute your failure to us?”

Every word Zenoni said was like a dagger stabbing into her heart.

She admitted that he had said these things to her, but…

“That's not a reason for you to betray me!

I…I haven't let you down!”

“Ah, if I were a poor wretch on an Ark, then I would definitely choose to die with you, but have you been influenced too much by Kelis?

Or is the Shadow Nexus too comfortable, making you forget how a child of Gomo should survive?

Don't trust anyone, don't believe anyone.”

Salayin was struck as if by lightning upon hearing this, then staggered back two steps, holding onto the doorframe for support.

“Get out!

Get out of my sight!

I never want to see you again!”

“Alas, even knowing you were like this, I still came, just as I expected, you have no chance to rise again.

That Phoenix King is a powerful and tough person, your performance has already thrown yourself into the abyss.”

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on that handsome face.

“But it's not certain, I heard from Lord Charon that His Highness seems to be a little interested in Kelis, if she serves His Highness comfortably, maybe you still have a chance…”

“I'll kill you!!!!!”

Salayin screamed and rushed over, trying to get past the Nightmare's long blades, but these silent guards didn't let her get her way.

The sharp blades whistled, one from bottom to top, one from left to right, blocking her path forward.

“Die!”

Salayin's fingers suddenly grew metallic claws, slashing at a Nightmare, but the opponent blocked the attack with the side of his blade, the claws sparking a string of fire, then she dodged the sweeping blade like a nimble cat, broke free from the encirclement, and screamed as she attacked Zenoni.

But the next second, she suddenly grunted, a wide, heavy blade slamming into her stomach, forcing her to curl up like a shrimp.

There was a third Nightmare.

Zenoni laughed, pulled out the pistol from his waist, preparing to finish off Salayin—this was his real goal, to provoke her, to make her "escape from prison", and then have an excuse to deal with her.

The reason for doing this was also very simple.

He wanted to gain merit, he wanted to show something before the Phoenix King left, so that he could climb faster and higher than others.

However, before pulling the trigger, he hesitated for two seconds, then said softly:

“You're too foolish, Salayin…If I embrace the Soulstone in the future, I will spend my whole life repenting, but now…sorry.”

But a sharp blade directly cut off his pistol, almost slicing off his fingers.

“Get out.”

The tall Nightmare only said one word, and Zenoni turned around and left without saying a word, then the Nightmare picked up Salayin from the ground, threw her directly back into the room, and then slammed the door shut.

A dozen seconds later, Salayin got up from the ground.

She knelt on the carpet, her forehead pressed against the ground, and a teardrop slipped from her tightly closed eyes.

“Kelis…”

Zenoni's words had almost gouged out her heart, and the terrifying scene appeared in her mind again.

Kelis was being ravished like a puppet in various positions by a huge and terribly strong ape, she could only stare with lifeless eyes, silently shedding tears, suddenly the ape turned her over, pressed on her back like a beast, the rough panting mixed with Kelis's bursts of desperate wails…

“Salayin?”

When the door was opened again, Kelis's gentle voice sounded, but she found that the other person was curled up in the corner, her face buried between her legs, her hair as messy as weeds.

“Salayin, what's wrong?”

She walked over, squatted down, reached out and touched the other's cheek, but all she felt on her fingertips was a wet sensation.

When Salayin slowly raised her head, Kelis was surprised to find that her face was already covered in tears.

Even she was surprised that Salayin would shed tears.

“What's wrong?

What happened?”

As she spoke, Kelis reached out and hugged the other person.

“Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here.”